Apartment.
Serena Wells surveyed the meticulously designed duplex, feeling grateful yet somewhat uneasy.
This is Benjamin Harper's apartment.
Judging by the decor, it seems no one has lived here before.
He lent it to her—did he have a tiny bit of affection for her?
No, no, he's so kind, how could he possibly like her?
It's probably just because they know each other that he's helping her, right?
Serena Wells let her thoughts wander, suppressing the ripple in her heart, and looked toward the man by the window on the phone.
Oh, even his silhouette is so handsome.
No wonder he's her dream guy!
At this moment, Benjamin Harper was instructing his assistant to bring over some daily necessities.
After acknowledging his request, the assistant reported, "Young Master Harper, I have already found out who instructed those thugs to target Ms. Miller."
"Who was it?"
"It was Olivia Fletcher."
It's actually her!
Benjamin Harper's expression slightly darkened, "Got it."
